The Champions
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Yeah, it's the world famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm
And I'm the motherfuckin' reason you go to mastering
You make one copy of your album
And you walk around with it in your motherfuckin' back pocket
That's right, man, that's me
That's they call me, word up
World famous DJ Clue, Kay Slay, the champions
It's 'bout to go down
That's what I'm talkin' about
Funkmaster Flex, the champion
Big Dogg, Pitbull, we fuckin' focused, y'all
Yo, cuts razor sharp like headliners
You ain't gotta book a major artist, we headliners
Pack 'em in like Star-Kidz tuna
Doo-wop, if you thirty and better, call me Charlie Chase Jr
But if conceived after '73
Address me as the Puerto Rican Eric B
Big chain swingin', CD hustlin'
Mixtape slingin', I'll be around 'til your body rot
And if the feds bring me in, I'll get the same lawyer Puffy got
It's non-stop boogie, we boogie non-stop
Ayy, yo, mixtape champions, nah, it can't be them
Touch rhymin', Slay right behind him
Heavyweight shit, y'all all nickel and dimin'
We still Latin Quarters, game's back in order
It's not a thing, I blast off like bada-bing
From Bushwick to Harlem, we showed 'em how to sling
Toca, shuttin' 'em down with Drama King
'Cause a lot of these so-called rappers is out of sync
It's the world famous Brucey B with the Drama King
And we gon' lay it down like this
I'm the street sweeper, AKA DJ Beater
The first cat to admit The Takeover wasn't better than Ether
Kay Slay, and I changed the game
I got beef with a coward, I'ma call his name
'Cause I'm a champion, since '76
When I was rockin' Adrian Lester's Cornerfields and Clive Puma kicks
I brought the battles back to the mix
You get dissed on one of my tapes, believe me, you gon' feel that shit
It's the world famous Brucey B, the Drama King
Kay Slay, and this how we do it, check this
Yo, mixtapes be rockin', the party non-stoppin'
People I be shockin', tales I be lockin'
The girls on and droppin', the jerseys I be coppin'
The fame and the stardom, it's all due to Harlem
I mean the flow and delivery is here to make history
The S&S epitome of those who oppose me
The DJ kind, the one that holds scrilla
The kids call me Mr. Clutch like Reggie Miller
The track filler, nobody rock iller
Than me and Kay Slay, the original realer
The world famous Brucey B, the original tape master in the house
First one to call himself the youngest in charge
So I think it's only right that I talk to the children
Gladiators in the building, nigga, Harlem World
Stand up, double nickel, throw your hands up, let's go
They couldn't stop me, so they just copied me
Who was the first DJ to blend hip-hop with R&B?
Pardon me, matter fact, pardon you
It's too late to talk, Big Lank, it's the God Juice
Gladiators
You gotta get a little Henny flow, though
Once you get the Henny in me, then you get it right
Where ya at? Got over twenty-five years of rap
I'm what they call the epitome, been there and back
I got the last laugh, so I'm laughin' hardest
I'm on the road more than most platinum artists
No matter the arena, son, Kid is game
I did thousands of shows with the biggest names
Nigga, look for handouts like I owe you clean
I'm your idol, I gave you your whole routine
I know your scheme, you take notes right at my show
Anticipation grows from the light of my flow
It's no kiddin' records, you niggas could come get us
Like MJ, I still could ball with you young niggas
I got things that you only wish we have
I'm the first in the hood with the '03 Nav shit
You shop for clothes, I get for free
Holla back, it's your boss, I'm the Kid Capri
What the fuck?
Yeah, yo, Kay Slay, what's up, my nigga?
You doin' it, my man
It's the K-I-D, the Kid Capri
No, let me say it right, it's the Kid Capri
What the fuck?
Yo, Kay, get out the box, man
You real raw in the street right now
And shit is jumpin' off for your boy, you know what I'm sayin'?
This album is gon' be crazy
All y'all niggas out there, make sure
Y'all go spend that fuckin' money
Spend your food stamps, spend your mama's money
Spend everybody's fuckin' money
Go get the album, Kay Slay shit
Serious business, bitch
Yeah, it's the world famous Brucey B
AKA, AKA, AKA the Uno, nigga
Hahahahaha